C128 Dominance and submission.

The pole room buzzed with thick tension, anticipation humming between us. His deep, dark voice cut through the silence once more.

“Get down. Face up. Stay quiet—unless need be, or it’s in your mouth,” he barked, fingers tracing my jaw, then my throat. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Thank the stars this was all he demanded. Hell, he had wrung me dry, left me trembling